A little after sunset, he left Pollux to practice on his own, so that he could gather up their things in preparation to leave. Transporting the body would be another complication; normally Pollux would ride on his back, but that took a good amount of effort on his part, plus he was able to strap himself in to stay secure. Now, he did not think Pollux would stomach lashing what had once been his body to Adrissu, so he would have to figure out how to secure it on his own.
He ended up wrapping the body loosely in a cloth so it was held rather like a hammock, tying both ends closed, and securing it to his chest that way. It was inelegant, but functional; he did not want to harm the body, but at least he did not have to worry about whether it was comfortable. All the other things they had brought with them went into the rucksack that they had originally used, and he simply looped the handle of the bag through the same ropes that he used to tie the body to himself.
This done, he went back to the sleeping chamber to find Pollux.
“Do you know where the hoard in here is?” he asked, and Pollux hesitated, thinking.
“I think so,” he said, then moved out of the chamber. “Follow me. I’ll find it.”
Pollux led him through the labyrinthine lair, which was a series of long, relatively narrow tunnels—not unlike a spider’s web. Adrissu found it exceedingly uncomfortable. Why would a dragon want to be squeezing, like a worm, in his own lair?
Strangely, it was an even tighter fit for Pollux. While the tunnels never entirely closed in on him, of course, there were several passageways where he had to tuck his wings closely against his body, and the walls were barely an inch away from his scales. Adrissu was a bit more serpent-like in stature compared to the red dragon, so the walls never surrounded him quite so tightly. It was a good thing humans had never ventured into Tyrsun’s lair, Adrissu thought; the narrow corridors would deter other dragons, but if mortals followed him through the tunnels, he would be easy to follow and trap. The cramped walkways, the constant terrorizing of Wintergrove—Tyrsun was strange.Had beenstrange. Adrissu was sure the city would welcome his sudden unexplained absence.
It took a few uncertain turns, but eventually Pollux led him down a walkway that opened up beneath them to a deep pit, glittering with gold and gems at the bottom. Tyrsun’s hoard was in an inelegant pile, though Adrissu had to admit that it would be quite difficult for any mortal to access without significant forethought. However, it would be easy enough for him to leap down and fly back up.
“That’s it,” Pollux said, looking down at it nervously. “It’s smaller than yours.”
Adrissu laughed. “Well, Tyrsun was a bit younger, and he didn’t have an entire dwarven city to claim as his own. I wouldn’t judge the size of it too harshly.”
Pollux stifled a laugh, his sharp teeth flashing. His yellow eyes flickered between Adrissu and the pile of coins down below, and even without any change in his expression, Adrissu could sense warmth buzzing in the air between them. It was not entirely like the bond he had shared with Braern, but it was similar enough that it made him pause.
He had never been with another dragon before like this. Fated mates were said to share a connection; if his mate had been a dragon from the beginning, would they have always had something like the elven bond? Adrissu had felt very attuned to Pollux’s distress and the difficulty of adapting to his new body, but he had not thought it was because of their fated bond. Now, feeling the small flash of desire from Pollux when discussing hissize, he wondered if that bond had flared to life the moment Pollux’s soul—bound to his—inhabited a draconic form.
The elven bond with Braern had been easier to understand. This, though, felt far more primal: an instinct that merged so seamlessly with his own, he hadn’t even realized it was there until now.
“Do you feel that?” he rumbled, leaning closer to Pollux.
“I... I think so,” he murmured, frowning as he too leaned into Adrissu, as if pulled in by the very gravity around them.
“Much as I’ve dreamed of this, I must admit I gave little thought to what it would be like to have you this way,” he said, pressing his head against Pollux’s long, warm neck. “What it would be like to feel you, to mate with you the way we always should have been able to. Aren’t you curious?”
The air around them felt suddenly very hot.
“P-Perhaps,” Pollux stammered. “I don’t know. Everything feels strange.”
“You won’t have to do anything,” Adrissu purred. “Only be here with me so I can make you feel good.”
“Alright,” Pollux agreed, nervousness still tinging his voice. But the heat between them was burning now, and Adrissu wasn’t sure that he would have been able to stop himself even if Pollux had asked him to. It felt like pure instinct driving him, like every draconic impulse to bite and mark and claim that he’d suppressed for as long as he’d been with his mate was roaring back to life. His cock had already slipped free from its sheath, rubbing against the soft, warm scales of Pollux’s underbelly.
His teeth found the junction of Pollux’s neck and shoulder, pressing hard against the hard scales there, and Pollux let out a low groan—half a growl, and half a cry of surprised pleasure. The noise filled Adrissu with lust in response. He felt barely aware of what he was doing, as they fell and rolled amongst the piles of coins and gems.
Pollux’s cock had slipped free now too, thick and hard where it jutted out from his body. He seemed uncertain of it, shifting uncomfortably as it slid from its sheath; but when it fully emerged, and Adrissu twisted his neck to lick and taste the strange newness of him, Pollux gasped and shuddered against him.
“Adrissu,” he grunted, turning his body to press more of his cock into Adrissu’s mouth.
Some small part of him still worried about his teeth—fearing that the shape of his mouth would be too much, too difficult for Pollux to adapt to—but instinct had overtaken both of them now. Pollux rutted against him like he had done it the same way a thousand times before, as if his body was not entirely new and foreign to him, and Adrissu sucked him eagerly, reveling in the feeling of the thick cock filling his maw to the brim. The other dragon moaned and gasped, the room echoing with low rumbles and vibrations, the coins and gems clinking softly against each other.
“Adrissu,” Pollux gasped again, and that was the only warning he managed, before Adrissu’s mouth was flooded with his release, hot and sweet on his tongue. Adrissu groaned and swallowed him down, his cock twitching eagerly now that he was sure Pollux was ready for him.
“Stand up,” he urged Pollux as he clambered off of him. With a dazed nod, Pollux rolled back onto his four feet. Adrissu mounted him in one quick motion, his cock finding the pliant entrance beneath the base of his tail. They both gasped and shuddered as his cock slid inside all the way to the hilt effortlessly.
Would their bodies have always fit together so seamlessly if his mate had been a dragon from the start? Adrissu couldn’t focus on the thought long enough to decide. Heat and pleasure overtook him, the sounds Pollux made and his own voice in response drowning out everything but the tight warmth squeezing his cock.
This alone made all their effort worth it. This was how it was supposed to be: a dragon and his mate. He would never have to do this in his elven form again, small and condensed and incapable of feeling the sheer intensity of what was overtaking him now.
“Pollux,” he groaned, biting down hard on his shoulder again. Pollux moaned in half-pain and half-pleasure as he pushed back against Adrissu’s cock, sending him over the edge. He snarled and squeezed his eyes shut, biting down harder as he came—his body shuddering as he filled Pollux to the brim.
Adrissu had been correct; now he could never put Pollux’s soul back in an elven body, even if he asked. The world had always felt right when he was with his mate—now that his mate was a dragon, too, he wondered how he had ever felt that way before now.Now,it was as if the very vibrations of the earth and air around them had finally come back into tune.
